Here is where are all posts go having to do with activity taking place in Room #1

Noah now ridden of the headache completely, and feeling ecstatic now he had the reassurance of his luggage being replaced - decided it was time for a sing-song. Bounding up the stairs, he decided to give whoever was in their rooms; a little show. Turning to his right, he did the showstep pose walking up the stairs and beginning to remove his shirt - showing his toned muscles in the process;

"It's not unusual to be loved by anyone!" He began to sing, at the top of his lungs, laughing through the pauses in the song;

"It's not unusual to have fun with anyone! Da-daa-da-da-da"

Reaching the top of his stairs, he took his pack and shirt in one hand, and searched for his room, humming along the way.

Stopping outside room number one, he noticed the door ajar next to his dormitory. "Whoes my neighbour I wonder?" He muttered, pushing the door open and calling; "Hello? Room service, need servicing missy?"

Noah stood stock still as he realised whose room this was; "Christine, I... Oops. What a Scotsman I am."

Secretary

After leaving Christine's dorm room, the secretary made her way to Room #1. She adjusted her cleavage slightly and her hair before knocking on the door. "Noah, your scottish lass is here to collect her payment. And I have news on your luggage!"

Wiping tears from his eyes; Noah cursed the secretary and adjusted himself, trying to pull his shirt back on from when he had tried to take a shower before heading to the cafe. Opening the door with his shirt oddly buttoned he leaned against it, small smile playing his lips. However, in the state he had just been in, his face had been left flushed, his eyes slightly watering still.

"My luggage? What of it?" He asked curtly, keeping himself hanging on the door, making sure she did not invite herself in. Rubbing his head he looked at her, raising his eyebrows.

"Sorry, I was rude. But my luggage? When will I have it back? And, why are you looking at me that way?"

Secretary

The secretary looked at Noah oddly at his tone of voice to her. She glanced at his clothing and could tell that he had obviously been doing something. Not that it mattered to her.

"I just received a phone call from the airport. They send their DEEPEST apologies to you about the incident and as we speak, your luggage is on its way here. It should be here within the hour." She tilted her head up at him. "As to why I am looking at you the way I am....I'm on my lunch break and came to receive my...payment." She took some of her hair and twirled it. "You know...seeing what's underneath of those blue jeans of yours? And by the way....My name is Mandi."

"My jeans, huh? My underwear obviously. Erm, if you want to come in, I'll pay you - thankyou once again for this. I'm just feeling a bit under the weather, come in."

Noah gestured Mandi in, closing the door behind him and gesturing for her to sit on the bed. Now he had established something worthwhile with Christine, he did not want to go and ruin it by bedding this woman on his first day here. Was it even legal for her to be hitting on him? I suppose he could always ask for compensation.

"Do you want a drink or something?"

Noah looked down at himself and laughed, unbuttoning his shirt and began to redo his buttons in the correct order.

Mandi

Mandi reached forward and grabbed his hand while he was trying to rebutton his shirt. "No thanks. I don't need a drink." She ran her hand over his chest. "Besides, I just have a lunch break and don't want to waste any time. As for feeling a little under the weather....I think I might be able to help you with that." She brought her face a little closer to his and smirked. "So...let's see just what it is about Scotsmen that drive their lasses wild."

Noah gulped as Mandi's touch tingled on his chest. His eyes fluttered, and he found himself leaning in closer, his hand moving to her waist.

"Mandi..."He whispered, trying to tell her to get away from him. But her intoxicating scent was too much to handle, her lips and the way her body moved. Every sense in his lower body told him to just get this over with. His heart however kept reminding him of Christine.

"...I just. I... I'm tired right now." He breathed. "Just really tired."

Mandi

Mandi raised her eyebrows. "Tired? Oh, I think that's just all in your head. You just have a little jet lag that's all." She took her hands and started to unbutton his shirt. "You just need a proper welcome to America. And if you're tired....I don't mind doing the work." She placed her hand under his shirt and started to stroke his chest.

Noah found himself bending at her touch, his chest hairs standing on end. "Mandi... Whoah." He shivered, grabbing her waist more firmly. "Wait."

Moving away from her, he moved to his door, and locked it, turning around and smiling; "So, ever done it with a Scotsman?"

Mandi

Mandi smiled. "What can I say? I'm very persistent." She whispered by his lips. She then watched as he walked over to the door and closed it. She was relieved of that for the last thing she needed was rumors getting started about her and a student. Granted she wasn't a teacher there but it still would look bad.

She sat up and crossed her legs, letting them dangle over the bed. "No, actually I haven't. It's not true about those rumors with you Scotsmen and sheep is it? For believe me I can give you lots more loving and warmth than a sheep."

Noah raised his eyebrows as Mandi seductively sat on the bed. Moving over to her he leant over the bed, moving on top of Mandi - a devilish smiling playing across his lips as he laid his hands on her waist and the bed.

"What can I say Mandi? I'm baaaad." He said - bleating like a sheep.

Mandi

"Mmmm...then why don't you show me just how baaaad you really can be?" She whispered as she placed her finger on his lips. She then touched the stubble on his face. "I happen to like rugged men. Is it true that Scotsmen also have more ....endurance?"

Noah laughed and leaned in closer, rubbing his chin against Mandi's throat, very delicately. "Endurance? How about you be the judge?" He moved his chin lower so he rubbed his stubble against he collarbone.
Moving back, he looked at her and said; "So, do the school's actually take pride in everything? Even their beds?"

Mandi

Mandi moaned slightly as she felt Noah's stubble tickle her neck. "Oh, I am definitely good at judging certain things. As for what this school takes pride in?"

She ran her finger down his cheek. "Let's just say that a lot of the beds in these dorm rooms are used for a lot more than sleeping. Don't let the strict etiquette fool you. You just have to be secret about it. And something tells me...that your bed might be quite popular this year." She leaned toward his lips. "I know it would be for me."

Noah decided to tease Mandi, and moved away from her. He began to pull at the bed covers and then took his shirt off, crawling under the duvet; "I'm cold pet, I need someone to warm me up."

He put each arm over the head board and smiled, unsure whether Mandi would stay or leave. Either way he'd feel satisfyed by the end of the day.

"Or, I could just stay here - all alone. In this bed..." He said, in an innocent voice, running a trail across his body.

Mandi

"Pet?" Mandi replied as she started to saunter over to the bed. "Now there's a term I'm normally not refered to as. I kind of like it."

She slowly crawled onto the bed. "I can definitely warm you up, baby." She moved up to him and traced her finger down his arm. "Mmmm....look at those strong muscles. Will I like what I see underneath those jeans?" She started to pick up the sheets.

"Oh, you'll love what's under the jeans. Armani underwear." Noah laughed, wiggling his eyebrows. "You know, Scotland are renound for having big.... well, I'm sure you'll find out yourself." He added, reaching for his belt, stopping before he unbuckled it.

"Or would you do me the honour?"

Mandi

"Ooooh, I like Armani." Mandi replied. "I like the...feel of it." She brought her hand down to his belt. "Oh, please allow me. And I've heard that Scotsmen have large...pipes." She looked at him and grinned. "Will there be ribbon around it telling me that you won first prize?"

Noah grabbed both her wrists laughing and pulled her fully on top of himself. "Wait a moment there lass, I don't get a kiss? Not even a cuddle? It's only common hospitality. You expect to see my goods and I don't even get a cuddle. As for first prize, lets just say it was the best drunken night a Scotsman such as myself ever had."

Suprised she knew the song about the "gifted" Scotsman, he winked and pouted his lips, laughing more to himself than anything else.

Culture was a funny thing.

Mandi

Mandi was surprised as Noah grabbed her wrists and then pulled her on top of him. "Oh yeah, I like a man who is in control." She whispered. "You want a kiss or a cuddle?" She perched her lips above his. "I think I might be able to oblige you with that. Especially if I get to see why you won first prize. Let me show you a little....American hospitality."She then lowered her lips to his and kissed him tenderly. She then pulled back. "Is it everything you hoped it would be?"

Noah took his left leg and swung it underneath Mandi, spinning her so she lay side to side with him on the bed. Standing up he wiped his lips and laughed; "Maybe I should stick to my english women? Sorry pet, but I can't see myself leaving this school because I slept with the secretary. You want your payment for my luggage - here."
Moving to his backpack, he took his wallet out and threw £5 her way. "And look -" He continued.
"English money - let that be your souvineer."

He could not say he felt particularly bad about leading Mandi on, his actions were justified this moment. Of course, the Noah in a better mood would not be wearing pants right now, but the Noah in this current mood; simply said no.
Moving back to his door, he unlocked it, sticking his head out both ways; making sure no one would see Mandi's exit.
He frowned as he heard voices - Christines? And a mans? Oh well that hypocritical little...

"Seriously Mandi - move it. It was nice n'all, but I've decided I think I'm going to be gay today."

Standing back, he gestured for her to leave the room, fastening his shirt and belt once more;

"Come on lass - I don't want to have to press charges. I am an actor afterall."

Mandi

Mandi sat up on the bed. "Just who the hell do you think you are?" She demanded. "You think you can just walk in the office and flirt with me, making OBVIOUS innuendos to make me come here and leave?!"

She adjusted her hair. "You think you're some...pretty boy who just thinks he can flaunt himself around, don't you? Well, I got news for you pal!" She slid back on her shoes. "You want to be gay at this academy? YOU GOT IT! By the time I am through spreading rumors about you, no girl in this academy will want you!"

She headed toward the door and then turned back around. "Oh, and for your information, sleeping with me would NOT have gotten you kicked out of here. You see, I don't classify as a teacher and therefore there would have been nothing wrong with having a little fun." She gestured with her hand. "But your loss. Oh and as for your...luggage? I'm going to make certain it gets sent to China!" She looked at the money he had given her and then threw it at him. "You can keep your damn money! I'm not a prostitute! And you have by NO means heard the last of me!"

She then glared at him and angrily set off down the hallway.